#And you will be like “but why so soon?” well bc is a short fanfic hah-

[vamphrrr]

Hi!! i loved your tough love fanfic of clarisse! so i decided to ask if you can make a clarisse la rue , (aphrodite child) reader, but she’s not some normal teenager… she’s a princess if you get what im saying??? lets say that aphrodite dated a princess and had a child with him before she left, and so that’s where reader grew up, no one knew that the reader was a princess u til she told clarisse, she was really worried clarisse was gonna hate her but clarisse is like “Woah me mad at you? no way” and clarisse supports her! (Including some kissing, flirting, it would be super nice if the reader was shorter the clarisse probably up to her chest like in the tough love fanfic!)

notes ; omgggg this is so cute!! i’m so glad u liked my last fic i was nervous about posting 😭. also i’ll be making clarisse call reader princess too now knowing SHE IS ONE! they’re already dating in this. i used the same banner bc i’m too lazy to create new ones based on plot LMAO. i wrote this so soon but sometimes if anyone requests it might take me a couple of days bc of school and stuff! think i went a little overboard with this one. i should probably start counting how much i write lol.

%% are you mad?

in which your super attractive girlfriend finds out the secret you’ve been hiding from her for so long. also, she accidentally meets your dad.

— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader

warnings ; reader has doubts, tall & buff clarisse / short reader (again), flirty!clarisse flirty!clarisse, a little angst?, kissing, two swear words, flustered reader (oh how the turned tables), ooc clarisse? (i’m never sure if i write her right), one suggestive thought in the first paragraph (nothing happened tho!). a little too much background i think… too much father, did my daddy issues come out? made reader’s dad a king bc plot reasons, maybe more emotional than requested srry😭

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Sneaking off from your girlfriend’s warm bed in the middle of the night. For a minute, you wondered how’d that look to anyone watching. A girl hastily running from a cabin that she very obviously did not belong in, a long shirt —it was Clarisse’s— accompanied by small shorts, (which were not visible might you add). Oh and how could you forget, you were barefoot. Who’s bright idea was that? Oh, yeah, yours. Why?

Gods were you cold. Should’ve brought a jacket, you thought.

The bottom of your feet hurt, stepping on rocks and sticks and who knows what else would do that to you. Next time, you would definitely bring hiking boots or something. And a jacket. In the forest, you were far away from anybody that might disturb you. Pulling Clarisse’s shirt up until your shorts were visible, you dug your hand inside the pocket, meeting with a drachma. You approached the round well, splashing water mist being met with sunlight from below, creating a rainbow.

How? It was the middle of the night. Why was the sun inside? You decided not to think about it.

This well was old, dirty from not being used much. See, not many people knew about it. Apparently, it was for those that needed to talk to somebody reallyyyy privately, that’s why it was hidden in the forest, only appearing at night. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you stumbled upon it a couple of years back when you were being chased by wood nymphs for being out at night. They found you, obviously. Punishment was not escapable and you ended up having to clean the stables the day after you got your nails done. Yuck.

Now here you were again, this being the only place where you could speak to your father without anyone finding you. It’s not that you were embarrassed of him per say, it was that you really didn’t want anyone to know that you were a royal. I mean, how ironic was that? A daughter of Aphrodite, a Princess? Forget it. You’d get made fun of for the rest of your life. You especially didn’t want Clarisse to know. She was your girlfriend yes, and this was something very important that you needed to tell her about, but you weren’t sure how’d she react. You knew she wouldn’t make fun of you like others would, but you didn’t know if dating a literal Princess was too much of a deal breaker for her.

Being with a royal was too stressful, there was so much that they’d get criticized for and so little people that they’d be accepted by. Your dad was a King with many past lovers, Aphrodite included. The people loved her, I mean, who wouldn’t? But then she was gone, disappearing the same night she gave birth to you. Your dad knew of her, of this. He knew she’d be gone by the time the sun rose. Yet, he did nothing. Who was he, than just a mortal man? He could not stop a goddess from leaving.

He got with others after that, your dad had a lot of love to give. Maybe that was something that attracted your mother to him. Public lovers were not taken well, the people respected the King, sure, they just didn’t respect his partners. Constant judging, constant eyes following their every move, constant hatred being thrown, constant stress on their shoulders. In the end, they could never take it. Running away or completely disappearing seemed to be something they all had in common. Your father had to give up on love, small secret romances blossomed for a while, but never enough for it to go public.

That is why you were so scared to tell Clarisse of your status. She was smart, she’d realize being with you would not be worth the hassle. She’d leave you just like everyone else left your father. Clarisse was the love of your life, you don’t think you’d be able to handle it if she left.

You threw the drachma in, calling for the rainbow goddess to let you see your father.

“Dad,” you said, once the back of his head was visible.

He jumped, turning around. “Oh! My dearest daughter, you scared me.” He laughed a bit, looking at you with such soft eyes it almost made you cry. “Why are you Iris messaging me at this hour? Isn’t it time for you to be resting?”

You swallowed, a sudden knot appearing in your throat. “I just needed someone to talk to.” Playing with the ring around your finger that Clarisse gave you for your one year anniversary, you choked out. “I have this amazing girlfriend, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me here at camp and—” You stopped talking, taking a small breath, not noticing the familiar figure of Clarisse standing a couple of feet behind you. “—and I’m scared to tell her that I’m not who she thinks I am. That I’m not this girl that just so happens to be a daughter of Aphrodite. I love her so much and I want to tell her about you. I want to bring her to you in person because I want the two people I love the most to meet. But how do I do that when I haven’t even told her I’m a Princess and that the only way you two could meet is if I took her to our royal palace?”

Your father widened his eyes, not expecting his little girl to burst out her feelings just like that. He sighed, glancing behind your shoulder. “If this girl you love so much really loves you like you do her, she wouldn’t care about your status.” Staring at who he assumed was your girlfriend behind you, he continued. “She wouldn’t care that you hid this from her. Instead, she’d try to see it from your point of view.” Moving his eyes away from Clarisse, he looked at you, eyes squinting in light mischief. “You should tell her, she’ll understand. I love you.” Is all he said, before he was gone.

You’re left staring at a rainbow, your dad nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a branch broke from behind you. Turning around quickly, heart beating rapidly, you’re met with the eyes of your girlfriend. You immediately let out a gasp, not knowing she was there.

Clarisse speaks up. “You’re a Princess?”

You felt your mouth dry up. With wide eyes, you respond. “Please don’t hate me! I didn’t know how to tell you!” Walking closer to her, you reached your hands out, grabbing one of her own with both of yours. “Please, you have to understand. I didn’t want this to ruin us.”

She stayed silent.

Silence was haunting, especially coming from Clarisse, someone who was always provoking people and boasting loudly everywhere. You gulped, with lips shaking you asked, “A-are you mad?”

She lets out a huff. Was something funny? Was she annoyed? Angry? Did she not care at all? Those were the questions running through your mind. You’d find out the answers soon enough.

“Woah,” she shook her head, letting you see the slight amused smile on her face. “Me? Mad at you? No fucking way.” She reached her free hand towards your face, moving away the strand of hair that fell slightly over your eye. “It just… surprised me s’ all.”

You let out a breath, relaxing and putting your head against her chest. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to break up with me or something.”

Reaching out again, she placed her forefinger below your chin, raising your head to meet her eyes. “How could I ever break up with someone so beautiful?” She leaned down, your lips grazing against each other’s. “Why would I leave when I can now be your knight in shining armor?” Closing the distance, your eyes fluttered shut. Butterflies were in your stomach just like the first time you two ever kissed. Without your lips separating, she put one arm around your waist, the other grabbing below your thighs, hoisting you up.

“Ah!” you screamed, separating your lips, not expecting it.

Clarisse smirked, seeing you get flustered. “You don’t have any shoes on.” You pouted, putting your arms around her neck so you wouldn’t fall while she walked back (not that she would let you fall off in the first place). “Didn’t think I’d notice, did you, princess?” Teasingly, she used the pet name, now knowing how much truth was behind it.

You whined, pressing your face against her neck. “You’re so unfair. I’m supposed to be the one flustering you.”

“Awe, the princess is mad,” she cooed, letting her lips touch the tip of your ear. “You want me to get on one knee and apologize?”

Clarisse laughed when you let out a loud groan, hitting her lightly on the chest. Smiling, she knew the only way she’d ever leave you was if she was six feet under. And even then, she’d find a way to get back to the land of the living just to be by your side.

The only things heard in the dead of night were the grasshoppers, chirping their little melodies into the darkness. That was until you muttered sleepily, letting out a yawn. “I love you.”

Clarisse repeated after you. “I love you.” Feeling your eyes fluttered close, she followed it with an almost silent “goodnight.”

Now that you were asleep, she felt panic slowly rise, steps quickening to reach the Ares cabin faster. She could only think about two things now.

Holy shit, she’s a Princess. Oh my gods, I met her dad.

[macaronnya]

Since everyone and their mom are releasing their frustations regarding PB's newest update, I'm also gonna give my 2 cents. In short, I'm not angry but sad and disappointed. The game is doomed to end and I can't even do anything about it.

Like, What in hell is bad is so silly and fun. The premise is interesting, the characters are all fun and intriguing, the character designs are even more amazing with how unique and cool they are. I didn't mind the sometimes wonky translations and the, in the beginning, slightl difficulty in getting L cards, not even when they announced the 3 month rule, because it was worth it for me. I like it, I could still experience the world through the stories. I cared about the characters.

This kinda game lives and dies through their story and characters. If the players don't get attached and don't care for them, then it's over. It's why events and merchandise work. You get more about the characters, lore and collectables, in a limited time frame so you wanna work hard. And if there's limited stuff you gotta pay for, that's ok bc you really really like them through all the times you've read about them.

But it's simply impossible to do that now. It's been a while since chapter 5 got released. The last event story was really short and scarce between the release of new gachas and nightmare passes. You need L cards AND their corresponding artifact to read the whole card story. How am I able to read anything? How can I come to care for everyone when I barely get to know them?

You could say, well it's a small company; they need money and more time to get work done. Well, Cheritz was also small but they managed Mystic Messenger just fine (I'm gonna leave The Ssum bc I'm out of touch). Isn't it easier to make a player fall in love with the game so much they want to pay for it regardless of financial sitiation, than to solely rely on the wealthier players? A game is also dependent on the community but what community is left if only whales can play the game? The games' content is already scarce so fans gotta entertain themselves. Well, what about the fanartists, fanfic writers, cosplayers, lore analysts, the yappers, the incomprehensible ones? They're gonna be gone. And soon after the game.

I'm gonna unlock the remaining stories from my L cards but after that....I don't know anymore....🥲

[thatdeadaquarius]

(my first thought after the stone tablet ask)

The acolytes watching their creator burn all their written stories and fanfiction out of embrassment after realizing they can never write something legible to tyvat's citizens:

PLEASE- I LIVE AND BREATH TEYVAT NOT HAVING GOTTEN INTO THEIR NOVEL ERA YET BC I JUST LIKE TO THINK THEY DO STUFF BACKWARDS FROM US

Gif is literally any teyvat person who sees u with ur writing book out 💀 (bc no computers :P)

For reference i think they mean this one

OK BUT WAS WAITING ON SOMEONE TO REPLY WITH THIS MEME AT SOME POINT BC IT FITS SO MANY POSTS ON MY BLOG SO WELL LMAOO

tbh writing and other creative talents r my fav (besides language obv) to explore in sagaus

like bc its such a cool connection to the OG concept of sagau (actually being a video game that's just self-aware part)

like if them being a video game/creation is their whole livelihood, id think other creative skills would matter a lot to the citizens of Teyvat/allogenes

visual art like drawing/sculpting seen as most lifelike magic or something to them, so like anything u draw kinda comes to life in teyvat

writing is literally like the magic lifeblood of their planet (lines of code? like maybe thats why) and also bc it can be read by anyone

im abt to post smth abt that soon, abt how if we take teyvat this way, they literally have never read/seen a full-length novel (just really small short stories really)

so ur fanfics must seem like CLASSICS LMAO (ur 50k unfinished angst fanfic is like a webtoon for scholars and romance readers alike bc "its a romantic epic this is incredible your majesty!"💀)

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tysm for the ask!! sorry i didnt see this sooner, some asks get flooded out by the longer ones T-T srry again!

tysm for the meme too, hehe theyre my fav gift from askers besides any random ideas you guys have

Safe Travels Deafening Dreamer,

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♡the beloveds♡

srry abt the short posts loves! longer coming soon! :)

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[ppg-shamed-dedecance-au]

Heya you said from a recent post after the rrb figured out the role swap they hated Bc but also bubbles. I'm curious y bubbles and how does she feel about all of this? In the comic she was the one 2 originally return the bow back but did she like just let it all happen and is she now the tough puff?

In the AU, basically Buttercup was quick enough to take the bow back before Bubbles could even process the thought of giving it back to Blossom. Buttercup basically beated Mojo up and got praise and recognition for it, which fueled her pride and ego, as well as her insecurities. In the show, Buttercup is shown to be always some how getting the short end of the stick of almost everything, even her own name. With her feeling inadequate and a shadow of her 2 sisters, (kinda like Princess Luna with Princess Celestia if u know My Little Pony) Buttercup basically from that point on manipulated Blossom into thinking that she was being too reliant on the bow and used that excuse to when she had the blanket, turning the tables onto her upon realizing the "being the leader" gave her the thing she wanted, to be loved and recognized more. Blossom thinking her sister wanted to help her at first just let her.. until she realized its not the case way later down the line. But of course with her mindset, it's already too late for her to turn back with how much Buttercup is insistent, and Blossom's self esteem and confidence being all time low, due to how much Buttercup knock them down to keep her position. And soon everything else snowballed from here. As for Bubbles's case, she became the Toughest Fighter due to Buttercup encouraged her and semi manipulated into her doing so. Making her be in a "Fight or Flight" mode every time she's fighting villains. Lets just say.. there is TW for potential gore in the TW list for a reason. I plan to give a very big reason on why the RRB hated the girls, specifically Bubbles in a drawing that I had plan to do. Or maybe even write a fic about it. I'm still unsure how to start as so far the drafts I have written are small short fanfics and not a conclusive timelined one. I didn't know whether to commit a long one by scratch or release bits and pieces of the story and then rearrange them timeline wise later. Bubbles, is pretty much unfortunately not aware completely on the things going around her, especially the dynamic between her other 2 sisters for sure.

[healmyhrt]

heyy if ur taking requests could u maybe do a fic where nicks out filming and the reader, his bf is at home and someone says something online (doesnt matter what) and the reader has a panic attack and like calls nick and he rushes over and comforts the reader??

⌗ posted, n. sturniolo

nick x male!reader

summary: you see a comment online saying that you are using nick for his fame, and try to clap back at the hater, causing a bit of anxiety in you.

disclaimers!: established relationship, kissing, fluff, use of y/n, short

a/n: submit more ideas for nick fanfics bc i love feeding my male readers lol | also, im basing the readers panic attack based off of how mine are just because i get them as well! everyone’s are different, so just a heads up!

as i patiently waited for nick to get back from filming, i scrolled on twitter. most of my feed was melanie martinez since she was my favorite artist, or tweets about my boyfriend, nicolas.

i had been scrolling for about five minutes now, when i scrolled back up to a tweet that caught my eye.

“nick’s bf is clearly using him for clout 💀 like cmon. he just wants money, i mean that shit is so obvious”

i was in shock. i scrolled down to the replies, and they all agreed. there was one that said,

“no he’s not. look at the photos of them, they are genuinely happy! nick tries to keep his relationship off of the internet but you guys can’t let him have shit.”

well, at least someone was right.

i clicked the reply button, and started typing out why what they were saying was not true. i sighed, and quickly hit the backspace button until it was all gone.

i set my phone down slowly as i felt my breathing start to grow faster. the breaths were rapid and shuddering, and it felt as if my heart was in my stomach.

my entire body felt shaky, and i couldn’t catch my breath. i reached for my phone, moving slowly.

“hey siri, call nick.” i spoke to the device.

the phone started ringing, and i felt a relief fall over me as he picked up. “hey, we’re headed back. whats wro—”

he stopped. i could hear him bring the phone closer to his ear. “y/n, are you okay?” i squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to stop the tears from falling.

“its…its happening a—again.” i spoke through breaths.

“we’ll be there so soon, okay? just try to control your breathing, okay? i love you, baby, be there soon.”

i sighed again through the breaths, and heard nick say, “matt, step on it!” before the call disconnected.

minutes had gone by, and i heard the front door open. footsteps sprinted up the steps, and nicks bedroom door opened quickly.

he appeared, and ran over to the bed, seating himself next to me. nick immediately put his hand over mine, interlocking our fingers, and planting a kiss on my forehead.

“are you okay?”

my breathing had neutralized, but i still felt a little out of it. i nodded, and he shut his eyes with a sigh of relief.

“we’ll leave you to it.” matt says from the doorway. he pulls chris’s arm, and shuts the door.

nick kicks off his shoes, and gets under the blanket next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. “what happened?”

i bite my bottom lip, and grab my phone, turning it on, and showing him the tweet. he reads it and sighs, looking up at me.

“we both know this isn’t true. i love you, so much, and you love me too. im so sorry you’re getting involved in this.”

i hug him, and he presses his lips against mine.

a kiss from nick always helps, but expecting this situation. i loved nick, and i always have, even before they started going viral. i would never do such a thing to him, and he knows that.

nick pulls away, and rests his forehead against mine. he grabs our interlocked hands, and plants a kiss on them.

“rule one, never read the comments.” he chuckles.

i smile, and turn away, biting my inner cheek. nick pulls out his phone, and leans in closer to me. i look at him confused.

“say cheese!” he smiles into the camera, and i quickly change my expression to a small smile. he opens instagram, and clicks on the photo.

“nick, what are you doing?” i question. he starts typing, and reading aloud at the same time.

“with my loving, caring, handsome, amazing, and awesome boyfriend. i love you forever and ever.”

i blush, and nick looks up at me and smiles.

“posted.”

[sorryimananti-romantic]

HELLO HOW R U

first of all THANKYOU SM FOR WRITING THIS FIC im gonna confess rn that my ungrateful ahh used to be salty with long updates and all but ur fic made me realise that im literally so lucky to be reading such great writing for FREE like literally idk how you writers go on with your day after dropping a literal masterpiece. the whole info, small details, the plots, the roles, the timelines THE WHOLE UNIVERSE its so well made so good so interesting like literally. your fic is not just a romance fic (it is stated in the work itself but i solely started to read it for that part) but its literally such a mix of many tropes and genres and im in awe of how you managed to come up with all this and write it. cuz dropping all this in just a few weeks is literally a miracle. again my ungrateful ahh (tho the previous one i swear im not like that now pls believe me) didnt understand the the effort and work behind these works but now getting such amazing chapters so soon feel like such a privilege. amd i literally mean it all cuz the fact that you're writing for FREE, interacting with us FOR FREE, letting us in your little world FOR FREE is just like a dream idek. OK NOW ABOUT THE CHAPTER MY YAPPING AHH WILL NEVER STOP OTHERWISE.

OKAYY SO IM TOTALLY LOVING THE PROGRESS IN THE RELATIONSHIPS ITS SOO SCRUMPTIOUS. i really love u sm for giving the boys such interesting and HUMAN personalities cuz it just really is the cherry on top. the mc is getting hold of the whole poly thing too ( though not exactly) but still im really looking forward to seeing the revelation in actual time and words. the connections and the whole politcs is so interesting im invested asf (again im gonna move on cuz my yapping ahh will not stop) my dumbass cant make theories or suspect someone if its not obvious as fuck so im just gonna wait and see who's saying the truth and who's lying. though im really interested in what mc's father said and meant and how it'll gonna turn out. i love arguments (that sounds weird lmao) but the hurt/comfort soothes my so tysm for that. the boys r such a tease its making me want to kill them but thats also what i love about slow burns. you literally did it sm justice like this is the slow burn i starve for literally. the stolen glances, the knowing but not saying out loud, the waiting, the anticipation. i kinda regret not listening to dress my taylor swift during certain parts of the story to really get into it. (but its ok my delusional ass will just imagine the scenario afterwards 😝) AND JUST YEAH IDK WHATS WRONG WITH ME I COME HERE TO WRITE SM AND JUST FORGOT HALF OF THE THINGS WHILE ACTUALLY WRITING IDK BUT YES LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH THANKYOU SM FOR TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE THIS FOR US AND YOURSELF AND JUST MAKING US ABLE TO READ THIS CUZ I COULD THANKYOU FOR YEARS AND IT STILL WONT BE ENOUGH MWAHHHHHHH TAKE CAREE🩷🩷🩷

OMYGOD AHAHA IM GOOD HOW ARE YOU?? okay first of all let me appreciate you for this absolutely loveable rant? that you did like i love you sm for that, you have no idea!! i'm reading this again and again and giggling and ykw? to answer your question:

the reason we the writers here write FOR FREE is bc we get msgs and feedback like this!! this is what keeps us going!! to everyone who is a reader, you don't have to do as much as this person did. we appreciate any and all sorts of feedback, whether long or short, whether it makes sense or not!! at the end of the day, this is what keeps us writers wanting to write even if some of us swear they're unaffected by (lack of) engagement (me included). appreciate your writers before it's too late!

okay now to respond to your lovely message! under a keep reading bc otherwise it's too long lmao

okay ahaha i understand why your previously ungrateful ahh was salty about long updates. my (previously ungrateful) ahh found short fics... strange. when i began reading fanfic, specifically ateez, i would mostly skip past anything under 5k because... how. i wasn't even ready for long oneshots tbh. i only read novel length series.

but then i moved on to oneshots, and slowly transitioned to drabbles and realised how different it is yet still so artistic, still so creative. i deeply admire my fellow writers who are able to catch such details and vibes in a quick read, and when i'm tired but still want to read, i look for drabbles! they've become a favourite now (tho i still think i'm physically incapable of writing short fics but one day! when i run out of time and energy want to finish my discography masterlist, i will try to do so with drabbles tho i imagine they'll still be 5k+ ahahah i genuinely do not have enough vocabulary to capture details eloquently without word vomiting)

thank you from the bottom of the heart! planning this was as much a pleasure as writing and sharing it. i don't usually outline my fics very much bc a) i literally cannot come up with proper outlines i just write and b) even if i do create some sort of an outline, i end up straying very far from it (as i did with the leaders lmao the original idea is far from what the leaders is today at its current 16 chaps and ongoing).

and omg the reason i'm able to update quickly is bc i literally started posting after having a solid 100k words of this fic in the drafts! i am positive that i can never do an ongoing wip series without having at least half of it already written bc i tend to go back and change the details a lot! even now with the leaders, whenever i revise the chapter to be posted, i end up making a lot of changes and add details to match it with the current plot/storyline.

human personalities for our mafia boys! is because!! i am a crackhead who cannot write serious characters!!! (i actually wanted this to be much more darker but then i figured, hey, they're literally ateez. they can never be serious. besides, i really don't like mafia fics where the mafia men have no emotions like come awn). mc will get the hang of the poly thing soon, please look forward to how her relationship with each members progress! i think my fav relationship progressions are hongjoong's and jongho's hehe that might change tho as it is still a wip hmmm

yepp, i understand! hurt comfort is delicious and the angst that builds up is sooo like it tickles the right part of my brain hehe. i'm glad that you feel the slow burn is slow burning! it's not the same pacing with all members, and it's not gonna be of the same nature so i hope you vibe with what comes next!

THANK YOU SO MUCH AHAHAHA MY HEART IS LITERALLY SO FULL RIGHT NOW!! thank you for this lovely message and you can tell i was excited bc i yapped so much too! i think as writers, we not only want to share our stories but yap about it in a discussion style too, so thank you for enabling this yap session! have a great week, love <33

[narrators-journal]

Hi, could you please do a persona 3 fanfic for shinjiham? i'm stuck between asking for day 12 or 31. Please choose whichever would work for you. Thank you so much!

This one might be a tad rough bc I have, like, no fuckin’ experience writing Kotone and Shinji seriously, and I struggled so hard to choose a scenario for this, but I’m not too mad at how this one turned out! I did my best to give it some fun settings and extra details, and I hope that carries through! I’m also glad that I got it done before the end of the month, tho I’m cutting it a tiny bit close lol. But hey! The ask box is open until November 1st, so I’ve got until then to finish up any kinktober requests.

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: U almost got some overt exhibitionism, but I decided against it lmao, so it’s only there if you acknowledge that shadows are probably lurking around nearby. Thigh fucking, some blueballs for the girlies this time lol, technically some semi-public sex, and that should be it!

As a member of the SEES, Kotone Shiomi was forced to make a handful of sacrifices. Her grades, her social life, a diurnal lifestyle, and a bit of her sanity all had to be given up for the sake of the world’s safety. Which, she was fine with, she already struggled to maintain friendships, she could do her homework and catch-up work before 11 pm each night, and her sanity was already somewhat screwed, so that wasn’t much of a cost. Hell, she had even managed to date one of the other seniors who was a SEES member, so compared to Yukari, she had adjusted quite well to the demands of shadow hunting. However, the one thing that she struggled to schedule around the thirteenth hour of the day, was intimacy. And, while she didn’t need a lotof sex, she was still a woman. And she did not appreciate the Dark Hour’s interruption of her chase for a damned orgasm.

So, she felt no shame in her frustration that night, nor in how she whined, “Shinnnjirrooooo…” while she hung from Shinjiro Aragakari’s coat-clad arm. No attention given to the disembodied hand that skittered by their feett as they looked for more threateneing shadows within the gothic walls of the Tartarus block they were in. “What.” Was the only blunt answer she got, though. Even though She could feel how tense and pent up Shinji was, even twenty minutes after their little rendezvous had been cut short. “Can we please continue what we were doing? Please?” She plead, her crimson eyes as pouty as possible so that she could widdle her way through the resting bitch face of the pretty vampire of a brunette she called a boyfriend. “Kotone, we are in fucking Tartarus.” “Yeah! Alone! We can totally get away with a quicky at the least.~” She pointed out, her voice allowed to dip into a purr as she watched Shinji’s eye twitch. “I mean, we were already gonna hook up, so why not just move that plan to do it in here?” “The shadows, Fuuka’s ability to track us,” He listed, though he pointedly didn’t react to the small pop that signified Fuuka had swiftly turned off their comms, “The reaper too, that’s an issue.” So, the wild-haired brunette sighed and flopped her head onto his arm. “But Shinji…” She tried in her best, most miserably needy voice. The fabric of his thick coat unable to hide how even the slightest squeeze she gave to his arm made him weaken ever so slightly. Until, he crumbled at last.

“Fine. But it’s going to be quick, and nothing too extreme.” He warned her as he put his axe down, and while part of Kotone wanted to argue for the sake of her own orgasm, she bit it back and just nodded. Obedient in how she let Shinji pull her over to the bit of darkly-bricked wall between two of the block’s large, floor-to-ceiling windows. And in how she put her hands against the wall so that she could press herself back against the taller brunette’s strong body while his mouth set to work without hesitation as soon as Kotone’s body was trapped between his and the bricks. The stubble on his chin tickled Kotone’s neck as she offered it up to the barrage of hot, quick kisses while her boyfriend’s hands found the buttons of her school blazer and began to pick open them open so that he could palm at her breasts through less layers. Meanwhile, his hips began to grind against her until a small moan slipped from her lips.

But, she didn’t leave all of the work to her boyfriend, she pressed her ass back against his erection to draw out a groan to match her own needy noise in the warped building’s air. “You seriously have no patience.” Shinji muttered in a huskier voice while one of his hands moved from her chest in order to finally free himself from his jeans. And, despite his huffs and gruff tone, the brunette could tell how impatienthe was by the way that his heavy cock twitched against her ass. Yet, when Kotone lifted her skirt to push her dampened panties down her thighs for him, the taller brunette caught her wrist with a reminder, “Don’t bother, we don’t have long before the others start to question our vanishing from the comms.” his words tickling the skin at the base of her neck before he leaned back and let her go so that he could pull a small thing of lubricant from his pocket. “Oh, so you’re the only one who gets to get off?” She pouted over her shoulder at the cranky man, but his steel-colored eyes barely lifted from his own cock as he dripped a bit of lubricant onto himself without an answer. “Also why do you have that-” “Do you want sex, or do you want to play twenty questions?” Shinji snapped, those cold, metallic eyes suddenly lifted to meet her own crimson eyes with a glare. And, while Kotone knew that the mean look was harmless, she still got the message and shut up with little more than a glare in return.

So, Shinji returned his attention to the spread of the thick fluid over his length while Kotone stayed against the wall of Tartarus as she watched his hand slide up and down his generous length and felt her panties dampen more at the sight of the bead of creamy precum that built up at the tip. Though, her attention was brought back to herself when she felt Shinji’s calloused hand nudge her thighs closed and hike her skirt up slightly. “How is this supposed to get me off, again?” She huffed, even as she did as she was told and trapped his cock between the soft meat of her thighs. Her boyfriend’s mouth back at the nape of her neck while his arms wrapped around her waist. “Shush, we’re taking turns. And since you’re making me do this, I’m getting off first.” He grumbled, distracting her from further complaints with the drag of his cock easily between her legs thanks to the bit of lubricant he’d applied.

And, while Shinji definitely got the most out of the position, Kotone wasn’t left totally high and dry. With where his dick was sandwiched, his cock was all but forced to press against her clothed pussy at least a little every time that he thrust. The wet slide of skin upon skin mixed with their soft noises, and the warmth of Shinji’s body and puffed breaths against Kotone’s skin enough kindling to keep Kotone’s heartbeat up and the coil in her belly tightened to a nearly painful degree. Such a degree, that the brunette was almost sure that the only reason she could still stand was because of how Shinji’s strong arms were wrapped around her waist. “Shinji…” She whined, her nails dug into the wall as she squeezed her thighs together tighter in a desperate attempt to get more of that contact. Yet, all she gets instead is a hiss from her boyfriend, the pace of his movements forced to stutter as his cock twitched dangerously between her legs. “Fuck, Kotone...I think I’m gonna…” Shinji muttered, his voice a husky whisper as his hips slapped against her body hard enough to make her bounce and whimper needily in his grip. But, he didn’t need to finish his sentence, because after a few more firm slaps of his skin against hers, she could feel his release spill out of him. The warm ribbons of fertile cream splattered against the inside of her uniform’s skirt while he crushed her against his powerful chest until she could barely breathe. The solid stone beneath her palms a much needed support to keep the smaller woman on her feet as her boyfriend’s strength drained further with each twitch and with each weakened spurt of cum.

Until, after a brief moment that felt like five full minutes, Shinji seemed to regain his breath enough to hold himself up and weakly mutter, “Fuck…” against Kotone’s fair skin. Which, made her chuckle a bit and tighten the grip her thighs still held on Shinji’s softened cock, “Didn’t think my thighs were all it took to make you cum so fast, babe.~” “Shut it. I was already worked up from earlier.” He huffed before he loosened his hold on her waist to straighten properly and let her stand up properly. “So was I, but Ididn’t cum from that.” She teased, doing her best to wipe his cum off of the underside of her skirt with a handkerchief she had. All while the grumpy brunette huffed and stuffed himself back into his pants. “Fine, if you’re gonna tease me like that, your turn can wait the rest of the dark hour then.” He finally said before he moved on to continue their shadow hunt. Kotone’s complaints and arguments ignored as she chased after him.

[mzannthropy]

I absolutely agree that Camilly>>>> Daisybilly. Also Edmila. I'm just gonna pretend none of the cheating happen. Also, what do you think about fics that make Billy a bad father? I hate them lol. Billy was there for Julia's plays,soccer games, and to see her grow into an adult. You can tell he loved her.

(This got long...)

Thanks, it's good to see someone still cares about Billy x Camila! Tbh I've been thinking that I probably misunderstood the story, which is not unlike me with the way my mind works, but the thing is, I was only in it bc of Sam Claflin. I would never have had picked the book up if he hadn't been cast in the series. I barely care about real 70s bands, never mind fictional, and I didn't know anything about Fleetwood Mac (in fact I only started listening to them bc of DJATS and, funnily enough, I saw that 1997 performance on TV which they just happened to show at the time when the filming of DJATS was going on--but I didn't think anything of it. Don't those two hate each other?). That's my kind of longwinded way of saying that I had no idea I was supposed to ship Daisy and Billy, especially as I rooted for Camila right from the beginning. I'm also much older than majority of the fandom and have one failed marriage under my belt already, so I see things differently.

I think that Camila liked the rockstar side of Billy, hence why she was able to overlook some things (after all, this was the 70s), bc she knew he would always come home to her. Relationships are laundry and taxes, not omG tHE wAY thEY LooK aT eAcH OthEr on stage, but I guess that's not cool enough for the show. I'm not a fanfic person, actually, I read maybe about three a year (and that's only short ones) and with the exception of Jane Eyre, I don't write any (I prefer writing original). Occasionally I check AO3 for some particular piece of media or a ship, just to see what's there (in fact I did so twice in the last week, once for a particular pairing in a L.M. Montgomery book and once for all The Count of Monte Cristo fics, Sam's next project). I've never looked at any DJATS fics ever and I'd rather not know. So I didn't know there were fics that made Billy a bad father. I suppose people can write what they want, if they need to make Billy worse for their preferred ship to exist, well, they're free to do so, if it makes them happy. I loathe cheap, lazy plot devices and villainisation for the sake of making the protagonist look better, or making the reader/viewer care about the author's favourite pairing. I tend to feel the exact opposite of what the writer(s) want me to feel. So merely hearing about the Billy as bad father fics makes me hate them, lol.

It's not true, anyway. The show didn't exactly do Billy any favours with erasing the twins, bc in the book, he was with Camila while she was giving birth to them, holding her hand etc, in contrast to Julia's birth. But even so, we have some evidence of him being a better dad, like when he rang Camila while on the Aurora tour and wanted to hear Julia just sleeping. They could have done more and I suspect they really did, that there were more scenes that they eventually cut. Idk, but this picture just makes me think there must have been more. Who knows...

So while he may not have been the world's best dad, he was not a bad one either. After all, as I started saying lately, (about real people but it goes for fictional too), people can be more than one thing.

Saying that, Eddie gives me mild incel vibes. If Camila wanted to be with Eddie, she'd be with him. "I'd choose you over everyone" means nothing, it's just words. It was a bit of a lazy shortcut for Camila to cheat with him, but that's just one of the show's sins. They gave Camila a creative profession and then did a fuck all with it, like why couldn't she have connected with a fellow photographer? Like that dude she talked to in the dark room or whoever it was.

I wonder if soon we'll start seeing articles on Screen Rant et al about how "wrong we were to ship Billy and Daisy and how emotional affairs ruin the lives of everyone around them" or something similar. More likely, though, the show will fade into obscurity which I will honestly be thankful for. I'm glad that Sam got what he needed out of it (he talked about it in interviews) and I'm glad Camila got some recognition, she just won a breakthrough award at Critics Choice and I'm glad Suki and the others got to be in it and the songs are good, and I wish them well, and I wish the writers a very hope your pens break and drafts get deleted and I hope Hello Sunshine burns down.

[josephtrohman]

hello it’s the joe fic anon!! i don’t think i mind what sort of pov or what pairing, like i love combinatorics because i Adore the “pining idiots” sorta trope, so i would happily read more of those guys being obsesssd with joe (because you know. me too brother). but also because i haven’t read much joe perspective i would happily try that too. i know this literally doesn’t narrow it down AT ALL lmao so no hurry, whatever u provide will feed me good ❤️

heehee ok i got u anon!!!! as a joegirl god the more descriptors of how in love with joe the protag is the better bc YEAG ARGGG (just one part of why combinatorics will forever be my favest like ME TOO PATRICK!!!!!!) but anyways here is my tailored fic recs based on u wanting joe-centric fics :D there is some overlap ofc with my other recs posts and i just realized that most of these recs are just joe pov MORE PINING OVER JOE IN FICS PLS FANFIC AUTHORS THANK U!!!! but there is some of that here too still (combinatorics always the king for that tho). sorry this took a couple days shoutout to finals szn but JOE-CENTRIC FICS COMING RIGHT UP

joetrick:

technology by rosiedoesfic. i’m due in for a reread very soon but it’s a wonderful story about joe and patrick both being single at 30 and joining a dating app and being each other’s road test for dating. written for the same prompt as combinatorics so they’re like sister fics in my mind!!! :)

friction in your jeans by dogboytrohman. hello. one of the tags says gratuitous descriptions of how beautiful joe is and it’s true. patrick has a crisis when joe first gets his lip pierced and they kiss and mess around

thnks fr th knckrs by rosiedoesfic. joe slowly pulling patrick into the world of being interested in panties and my godddddd it’s so good!!!

token by gigantic. joe’s pov, but he’s on a mission to have gay sex, and he has to face a few unsuccessful times before he can finally fulfill his dream ;3 soooo good

brace yourself and find a safe place by distortedmya. joe comes out as an adult, and when he’s struggling a bit patrick spends time with him. very sweet read!!!

good fortune by heyginger. a short very fluffy new year’s centered fic. no spoilers since it’s short ;)

message in a bottle by bunnytrohman. joe realizes he’s in love with patrick during 2ourdust, i keep recommending this one because i love it sm and i was lucky enough to be able to get to beta for richie on this one!!

wentzman:

the things we do by gigantic. joe stays with pete for a few days and helps him get rid of some of ashlee’s stuff and pete likes to wear her clothes, and basically joe and pete start fucking. a lot. it’s joe pov so no pete pining over joe or anything but oh my god pls read it, it is so impeccably written!!! probably my fav wentzman fic ever

when you wake up the world will come around. kid fic about pete and joe being dads that fall in love. another one of my fav wentzman fics UGH so good so cute. another joe pov btw (i believe!!! it’s been a minute since i reread this one)

eyeliner = consent by arsenic. ryan ross has a scheme to get joe and pete to sleep with each other by making patrick put eyeliner on joe so as to seduce pete. it’s a wild-ass concept but im obsessed also PETE POV if i remember correctly

ok i think im going to stop there for now, BUT the nice thing about joetrick fics (and wentzman but ppl have never just asked for wentzman recs lol) is that they’re pretty inherently joe-centric so if you get the itch for more beyond these ones, i have two other posts of fic recs on my blog already!!! here and here. some of the fics i’ve recommended here can be found there too, but there are others that are excellent choices in those posts as well!!! i’m also always here to chat about fics beloved anon, and i can try to dig through my archive even more if u happen to need more recs :3 now go forth and enjoy joe centric fics :D 💖

[vileviale]

Miguel x Reader Fanfic! (Pt. 1 of 2)

I tried to incorporate the female gaze as much as I could while also trying to stay true to Miguel’s cold and moody personality. Hopefully, I still showed that the characters love each other, however. Idk. Lemme know what you think! I haven’t made a short story in YEARS, and I’ve certainly never made a fanfic before. Also, I interpreted the drug he injects himself with in ATSV as a depressant instead of a stimulant but looking back it’s probably the latter. Also I used they/them pronouns so anyone can read it. And no, I’m not telling you the plot bc ITS A SECRET

Tw: nothing explicit, just fluff I think is the word, but there is gore, blood, violence, mentions of death, and all that good stuff

Word count: like 2500-3000 I think?

You never liked it when Miguel was “at work”.

In your defense, it was impossible not to worry when you imagined him out in whatever universe, fighting something that could take his life at any moment. A few hours ago, you’d been sitting comfortably in your favorite chair, typing away at an email that was turning out to be quite complicated. But the clicking of your keys stopped when Miguel explained that Lila had discovered a Lizard variant in the wrong universe, and he needed to put it back in its own. Before he could leave, you grabbed his hand, so much larger compared to your own. It felt dry and rough as you held it.

You let out a sigh. “I know I can’t force you to stay here.”

“C’mon, are we doing this again? Don’t stress about it,” he persisted. “I’m gonna be fine.”

That wasn’t exactly the case. The nature of his work meant Miguel always came back with at least a few scrapes and bruises. But it was pointless to argue. His job was essential for keeping the multiverse together, and no amount of bickering could change that. 

“Just be safe out there, okay?”

 He rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard that far too many times.”

“You’re my boyfriend. It’s my job to worry about you.” You forced a small smile.

“Don’t. It’ll take two seconds, trust me,” he insisted, pecking your forehead and letting go of your hand. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stay any longer.” He tapped his dimension-jumping watch, and a portal of dizzying oranges and blues appeared. “See you as soon as I get back.”

“Love you!”, you called after him before he could step inside. He froze for a second, then turned and mumbled with a soft grin: “Love you too.” He still wasn’t used to people telling him that. 

You watched Miguel walk through the portal until it suddenly whirled out of existence. Turning your head back to your computer, you tried to finish the rest of your work, but your mind was blank and distant. It always was when he left.

Four hours had gone by since then. Four hours too long. That pesky email had been sent, and you had straightened up the house out of stress. Now you were back in your chair, fidgeting with your necklace and constantly checking the time on your watch. Each time you did, your heart seemed to twist into a tighter knot. Eventually, the tension was too great. You jumped up to grab your suit, but then just as quickly sat back down.

‘Grow up,’ you thought to yourself. ‘He’s a big boy; he can handle it himself. Besides, I’d probably get in the way.’ People had called you a strong fighter, even for a Spider-variant, but you knew yourself well enough that your constant protection of Miguel would only lengthen the fight. That was something that couldn’t be risked. The longer the variant was out of his universe, the greater chances of it breaking canon. Besides, if Miguel needed help, Lila could always call on Jess, Ben, or other Spiders. 

Almost as soon as you sat back down, Lila appeared above your watch. You interjected before she could speak.

“Is Miguel okay? Has he come back yet?”

She winced. “He’s back… but he isn’t looking too good. That’s why I’m calling you.”

You felt like the floor had been pulled from under you. “What? What’s wrong?”

“The variant was a lot stronger than he realized. I called Jess for backup, but by the time she came, it had already landed a few strikes. The Lizard’s contained now, but Miguel’s pretty scratched up.”

“What do you mean by ‘scratched up’? How hurt is he?”

“He has several gashes. They’re deep, but haven’t hurt anything vital. The main problem right now is blood loss. He fought injured for a while before we got the chance to put gauze on, and it shows. He told me not to tell anyone about this, especially you.” She rolled her eyes. “You know how he is.”

“Ugh, of course he did. Where is he right now?”

“We’re at his place; just me and him. He actually told Jess to leave after she helped him in. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised, though. I’m trying to convince him to ask for help so it looks better when I tell him I already did, buuuut it’s not working out too great.”

“Keep trying. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You rushed to your room to grab your suit. “Did you call 911?”

“I told Jess to get Dr. Parker as she was leaving. I thought the ambulance lights would be too much on his eyes, especially in his condition, and I’ve seen Doc patch up worse in places far more hostile.”

“Still, I’d want him in a hospital, just to be safe. But thank you, Lila. If there are any updates on his health, let me know. I’ll see you soon.” She nodded and vanished.

You changed into your spider suit, activated your watch, and rushed through the portal to Nueva York. After passing through it, you jumped out swiftly, swinging as fast as you could from building to building. The Lobby felt more crowded than ever as you tried to weave your way between countless spider variants. When you got to his house, you found Miguel, back turned, sitting in the center of the floor and breathing heavily. One of his hands was holding red-stained gauze on his shoulder, the other on his leg. Blood ran down his arm until it dripped at the crook of his elbow. It was painful to see him this way. Just looking at the blood made your heart ache. 

As you moved closer, you heard Miguel and Lila’s raised voices. You closed the door behind you without a sound and eavesdropped into their conversation.

“For the last time Lila, I’m not calling anyone. I can stitch these myself.” Miguel grunted as he tried to stand up. But as soon as he put weight on his shoulder, he collapsed. “Later on.”

Lila crossed her arms. “Mhm, tell yourself that. And I know you’ve never picked up a needle and thread in your life. Just look- Oh!” Lila caught you out of the corner of her eye and turned to face you. “You got here quick.” Miguel spun around and faced you with a shocked expression, then quickly turned irritable again. “Lila!” he berated. He looked pale, and you could see the weariness in his eyes.

“Sorry, Mr. I-can-do-everything-myself. But I thought your partner might want to, y’know, check on you? Juuuust in case you die or something.”

Miguel looked down and furrowed his brows. “That’s not gonna happen. I’m fine; everything’s under control.” 

Lila threw her hands up and turned to you. “You see what I have to deal with?” 

You knelt down next to Miguel. “Honey, you’re hurt. Bad. Dr. Parker’s on his way, but I’d really like to see you in a hospital.”

“No. I just- I really need to be left alone right now.” Miguel glanced around agitatedly. His muscles were tense, and he breathed rapidly. You gave him a puzzled look. For a man who was stoic 24/7, this wasn’t normal behavior, even if he was hurt. “Please, just go,” he pleaded. “You’re gonna make things worse.”

“And just how would I make things worse? I don’t know who convinced you that ‘manning up’ is refusing help until you die, but I’m not leaving you like this.”

Your spidey senses suddenly tingled. You looked around, but there was no one besides Miguel, Lila, and you. Instinctively, you reached out and pulled Miguel close. “Something strange is- “

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”, he roared. You flipped backward, landing several feet away from Miguel in a crouched, defensive pose. He curled from you, baring his dagger-like fangs, and snarled. His irises glowed like embers, and his claws grated the ground. For a moment, the separation between human and animal was indistinctive. But just as suddenly as it became vague, his eyes darkened to a calmer shade of red, and his muscles loosened. Guilt washed over his face.“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me. Are you alright?”

“What the fuck was that?!” you yelled as you rose. There was a burning sensation on your arm, and you looked down. Beneath your suit’s torn sleeve were five gashes, shallow and nearly bloodless, but still painful. “I’m fine,” you snapped, turning your body to hide your arm. It wasn’t the only thing hurting. Inside, your heart raced with adrenaline, and you clutched your hands hard to keep them from trembling. ‘The last thing I want is Miguel to see me scared,’ you thought. ‘Two can play the I-have-no-feelings-but-rage game.’ 

 “How long’s it been since his last injection?”, you asked Lila, who had hidden on your shoulder.

“16.7 hours,” she grimaced. “I told him he should take it before we tried to capture the variant, but he refused. Usually I wouldn’t let him, but he had the audacity to shut me down. I figured out how to reboot later and woke up in the middle of him fighting. Somehow,” she sighed, “Lila finds a way.”

Miguel interjected. “That was-“ 

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it,” you interrupted before he could protest. He looked down and turned slightly red. Whether it was with anger or embarrassment was unclear. “Where’s the depressant?”, you demanded. 

“In my center drawer.” He pointed to his desk. “There should be several.”

You jumped over him and landed lightly in front of the desk. Pulling the drawer open, you immediately found the green vials rolling inside, along with the injection gun, and inserted the closest one into it. “Catch!”, you called as you tossed the gun towards Miguel. Right now, it was too risky to simply hand it to him. Miguel grabbed it mid-air and slammed it into his arm. He flinched, but quickly relaxed again, even more than before.

“It’s okay now.” His soft eyes, back to their normal shade of brown, beckoned you to come. “I’m okay now.”

You ran over and wrapped your arms around him, which was almost impossible to do given his size. Hot, angry tears silently ran down your face. Miguel melted into you as the raise and lowering of his chest started to slow. As you embraced, you noticed Lila standing on the floor, mouthing “You good?” silently to you. She gave a thumbs up, thumbs sideways, and a thumbs down, indicating you to choose one. You gave her a thumbs sideways back. She nodded. “Imma go in ‘sleep mode’,” she whispered. “I’ll still keep an eye on Miguel’s vitals, but I’ll essentially be ‘gone’. It’ll give you guys some time to talk.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back. Lila smiled, raised a peace sign, and disappeared.

“I’m so sorry,” Miguel breathed as you let go of him. “I wasn’t myself; I would never intentionally hurt you.” He looked up at your reddened eyes, and his face suddenly grew full of concern. “Querida, por favor no llores.” He gently, like a moth’s wing, wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of his hand.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” you confessed with a small, wavering laugh. “I guess I just got startled. I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“You shouldn’t have. Listen: you have every reason to be upset right now.” He lifted your chin with his thumb. “I know I just told you not to cry, but if you need to, go ahead.”

You looked at the ground and smiled, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “Ok. Thank you,” your stammered. You took a moment to slow your breathing. “Can you- explain what just happened? If you can.”

“I don’t want to make any excuses, but if it will make you feel better, I’ll try.” His eyes searched the ground. “When I got injured, I couldn’t tell the drug was wearing off, though looking back it couldn’t be more obvious. I felt so- afraid. And vulnerable even. I don’t know why, but I had this idea in my head that everyone was trying to hurt me. And when you grabbed me, my first instinct was to protect myself.” He finally looked up and into your eyes.  “The worst part was I didn’t see you as… you. I just saw a threat.”

“Miguel, it’s really okay, trust me,” you persisted. “But… promise me to never lose control like that again. Not just for me, but for everyone’s sake.”

“Of course, love. I promise. I should’ve listened to Lila and taken the drug much earlier.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He paused. “I didn’t want it to lessen my strength before I captured the variant. I wanted to be as prepared as possible. Not that it helped anyway,” he complained, looking at his hurt leg. “I thought I had enough time to inject the serum afterward, but capturing the variant was... rough, and I came back much later than I anticipated.” He looked down, and his eyes suddenly grew wide. “Your arm! Did I- Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you persisted. “It’s barely even bleeding anymore, see? It’s high time I designed a better suit anyways.”

“Are you sure? I’m so sorry I- “

“Shuuuush”, you hushed him. “It’s nothing. I don’t want you to worry about what happened anymore, okay?”

“You’re my partner. It’s my job to worry about you.” He gave a weak smile.

You laughed. “Touché. But really, you barely broke skin. The suit did most of its job.” 

“Ok. I just- I wanna make sure it’s 100 percent fine.”

“I’m sure, I’m sure.”

“Alright.”

You thought hard for a moment. “If we could find a way to separate the depressant’s physical effects from its mental ones, we could change their concentrations to keep your strength, but save your mind.”

“That could work,” Miguel replied. He furrowed his brows in thought. “Or we could add another mental depressant to it. That would be much easier than separating its components.” He slapped his forehead. “Should’ve thought of that ages ago. It’s gonna take a minute to find the right neural inhibitor, but it’s worth the trouble.” You gave him a look. “What?”, he asked.

“Sometimes I forget that you’re a nerd too,” you laughed. “Big guys like you aren’t supposed to know what ‘neural inhibitor’ means.”

“So I’m supposed to be an idiot then?”

You shrugged. “It’d suit you better.”

“Y’know, I really needed that. Thanks,” he sneered lightheartedly. “You should be thankful that my heads a little fuzzy, otherwise I would’ve come up with an incredibly brutal comeback.”

“Riiight, right. Wait. How fuzzy are we talking?”

[princessdreamie]

new ending for DBH bc it was complete and utter trash

not so much of a story per se but clearly more of an improved way of a disappointing & infuriating finish of ‘The divorced billionaire heiress’. Don’t look it up, you will just regret it.

so here is how it goes. I do it mostly bc a group member asked if I could ‘rewrite’ the ending in my own headcanon and the other reason is that I really want to forget what happened with that trash novel. it will not be a full-on dialogue thing (just reserved for my fanfics, not now at least). will make some parts out of it bc it might get too long and I don’t think I will come back to look for spelling errors. so deal with it. As for my group chat members: hope you enjoy this little thing here lol

anyway, here it goes.

Update: The english version just came out and we got the name for Chance's little brother. Ron will be renamed to Seth (Se for short). S already is used for selena so i had to use the next best option here. I will leave his name for the current parts but from part 3 onwards he will get his real name instead of this. and yes, Nicole's kids has his name translated as well but i keep him Named bully. Fits him better

The story goes on after Julie got her baby a few weeks later. the Stanton family gets ready for Kai and Julie to get back home from, the hosp. the new family of 3 had to stay for a bit longer. The reason will come soon don’t worry. Nicole orders the workers around to do stuff while the others chit-chat in the garden. their topic goes back to the moment Julie’s baby was born. 

flashback time: the Stanton family thought that Kai and Julie get a boy, but surprise, it is a girl. The couple hasn’t really thought of a good girl name yet bc their doctor says that they will get a son. after they talked to that one doctor he embarrassingly admitted that his nurses mixed up the documents and a person with a similar name was handed to him instead of the right one. Stanton’s family gets furious for no reason but J is just happy to have it all behind her. they still needed a name and Kai’s idea was to make a poll on the internet to choose their favorite. He gets chewed out by his dad and his idea was obviously dismissed. But b4 they could go any further the doctor comes back in with a specialist. Kai asks what they want and the others were asked to leave the room. although hesitant, they obeyed their orders and left them alone. a good 20 minutes or so later they finally see the door open

N's dad saw the 2 docs walking out and asked worried about what was going on. they get explained that the baby had a rare condition that passes down some generations. J's grandma, mom, and herself didn’t have it bc they got lucky. But luck runs out eventually and unfortunately, the girl has to deal with it. They checked the medical history of j's family and aside from a very distant cousin, no one was left of her family.

They contacted him and told him the situation but he only told them that he had the meds that helped him go through the condition and that he didn’t really care for j bc they never met anyway. And that he has his own life to manage. the body of the girl is weak but bc they found out about her illness early on she will not suffer her whole life. By the age of 4, she still needs to take the meds but they are just a few drops with a dessert spoon.

J and K are distraught but thanks to the hospital's research they could find the meds she needed in the future. J didnt want to do the poll still bc she doesnt want their baby girl to be exposed so early on. Especially if she is sick and who knows what the media does with this information. but they came up with some meh names, like Mona, Lena, Cindy, and so on. But j decided on the name Naomi (Na for short). the family like the name and the FB ends there

They continued to talk until the butler notified them of k's and the girls’ arrival. N gets the other kids from the playroom and they finally meet their new cousin. Bratty asked why he was so small but n corrected her that this was a girl. Bratty pouted bc she wanted a boy cousin instead. To which the grown-ups laugh, bc of course they do. Ct tells her that it wouldn’t be a bad thing to play with a girl for once instead only with boys. But she doesn’t see the problem with that. N's dad tells them that they installed the needed medical instruments for little Na so that they wont need to drive constantly to the hosp. They even made it look more kid-friendly.

Some days later Eric, a slightly pregnant Selena, and Chance come to visit to see the baby. The butler reluctantly let them in and Chance runs ahead to the living room. Tigger, who was back at the lab to get his system updated greeted him as he was a long-time friend. This makes Fisher mad for some reason, but do we care? J showed him her baby after he asked her politely.

But as soon as Chance's parents came into Tiggers sight he automatically started to calculate something, which makes everyone worried. As soon as he stopped his analysis he calls out '100% match' a few times which made na upset and starts crying. Kai asked his sister to make him stop and she tries for a few minutes until she could talk to him normally. A few seconds passed and Tigger looked very sad right after. they talked some more until c asked if na isn't feeling well bc she gets very pale. j & k panic but Grant tells them to go to the baby room. While they run up to the room Maverick tells everyone to calm down and talk while they have coffee. Selena asked what was going on and Aida explained to her what they heard at the hosp. S was shocked and offered her help if they ever needed anything. Chance plays with the other kids and Eric is on a phone call with Mitchell for work-related stuff.

In another room, n was talking to Tigger asking what he was doing a few minutes ago. Tigger confessed that his results made a mistake before his new update and that Selena wasn't in his data bc she was technically married at this point (Honestly i don’t remember much of when he does this so let’s just play along, ok?). And since she wasn’t single she was out of the question. He still liked eric but he and n weren’t really meant for each other. he apologized a few times but n assured him that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Besides, they got over each other and found their own partners. Not only that she got a new cousin out of it. So it won’t all too tragic in hindsight.

As the 2 of them got back n noticed that the other 2 were missing. But after putting the pieces together she didn’t bother asking questions and sat with them. S asked what this little robot was and grant explained in detail what his model is about and that some early paying customers already had their own and that the final model gets shipped out to sales next year. Eric asked if she wanted one herself. B4 she could refuse his offer Chance came up to them and asked if he could get one. Preferably a girl version. S couldn't say no to his cute face and finally agrees to one. They go over the deal and we cut to the bby room. K was having a bad time with the machinery until j pushes him away from them and tells him to let the nannies do it b4 he messes it up.

dome moments go by and the newly made parents finally came down with na. C and Lv (Levi) run up to them and c asked if she was ok. J explains that she got a bit better but she will need to do this 4 times a day b4 she can go to take her meds at age 4. They chit-chatted a few more moments b4 we cut to the next day

lv visited c at s's new bar bc the whole fam and the workers needed to make sure the opening goes off without a hitch. And e won’t let his expecting wife do the heavy lifting. But she does it anyway. After some more arguing they compromised that she will only do the checkups if he works out a theme with c in the meantime. While e wasn’t too keen of this idea he finally agreed as he saw that she was about to lift a big box.

lv offered his help as well but s used an excuse to lure him away. C and e weren’t really seeing eye to eye for what theme they wanted to use. E found his son’s idea too childish and c didn’t want the bar to look like a boring building. As they worked out the ideas, e finally warmed up to him as he listened to his son more carefully.

Lv asked s if she tricked him so the 2 can be alone. S just smirks at the boy and continues her checkups. the duo eventually agrees on a theme that works with the bar and the fam (you can use your imagination for this one). The night of the opening comes and N and a few of her friends come along to support Selena. They all had a good time and the story get a 10 month skip.

that’s for part 1

[aj-mblvck]

intro -- aj.mb

Hello~ my name is Mave. 24, she/her and very gay. I am an aspiring author. I have three cats and a dog.

I am love fanfic and otherwise, just authors writing and putting themselves into their work!

! Why aj.mb as a pen name? !

- aj are the initials of my real life name!

- mb or mblvck (m black) comes from maverick black. A mix of my future son's name and - well - my unfortunate harry potter obsession..

! My hobbies and things you might find re-blogged here !

- Art. I do dabble in drawing (I drew that separator up there) I am what I consider . ݁˖ . ݁trash . ݁˖ . ݁ No but really. Be kind please

- Writing. I have a degree in creative writing and you would have no idea bc i have 0 motivation, never correct my own my grammar, and always correct other people's grammar (bc i need to put the degree to work somehow)

- Reading. Everything. I read anything - I just like to read man. I read math books even, if i have no money and need to read. (thankfully we have the internet now so i don't have to dip so low) but I can help with your math homework

- Uh, fishing? yeah i do that too..

! Fandoms I may reblog !

- phew here we go.. Harry Potter, Vampire Diaries, Teen Wolf, The Walking Dead, Game of Throne, House of Dragons, Bridgerton, Disney, Nickelodeon, Ginny and Georgia, Lockwood and Co., The Fosters, Heartstopper, Rainbow (graphic novel), They Hate Eachother, Here's To Us, Evermore, Marvel, Tolkien, Star Wars - there are a lot but there's a synopsis

! Completed Works !

! Platforms !

Tumblr

Ao3

FF.net

Wattpad

! In the Works !

Poem - "I didn't mind"

Short story - "Snowbound Memory"

❍︎ "The Avalyn Rosier Saga" - A fic/au about Avalyn Rosier. A girl thought to be a squib in a dejected yet renown family. The Rosier name lived on in her father, and his not-so-squib daughter is about to be thrust into a world of magic. *should be noted that I will begin uploading this soon!

❍︎ "The Weight of a Rainbow" - A tragic past, a new city, college, traumatic events, an enemy, and a big secret. What could go wrong in Rayne's big plans to a new life, a new gayer life? A lot apparently.

❍︎ "To Get a Rainbow" - Azariah wants to make it as an author. Working in a coffee shop, she meets Henry, an accomplished editor. When she decides to finally settle down and start a family, what will get in the way, other than herself? Her own body. A serious reality among so many, Azariah writes of her struggles to conceive and how to battle through it.

Thanks if you made it here <3

[sojirosteacup]

Hello! For the Writer Truth or Dare game:

🥤and 🎨

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

i don't have a favorite author so i'm gonna rec some of my fav fics! I know you are into sxf, but none of them are for that fandom, sorry, i haven't read many sxf family fics yet despite wanting to.

Actually, all my recs are a bit old

(ohshc): The "Five years" game by SedentaryZebra - This is one of the best fics I've read. The author managed to emulate the ouran manga atmosphere perfectly. In my heart, this is the sequel to the manga.

(bof): A Chance Encounter by Grannyweatherwax - My absolute favorite Boys over flowers fic. It's short, but very well written. I love how the author made the world feel alive with just 6 chapters.

This next one is a bit random, but:

(tkem): To wreck To wreck To wreck by Gevar - It's a dark fic, so be warned. The king eternal monarch is a drama I found a bit underwhelming so I don't read fics about it often, but this fic???? Perfect. The prose. HOLY SHIT THE PROSE. I can't tell you how many times I've reread this just for that writing style. And the characterizations are more interesting for me than the ones in the original drama. I guess half of the problems I have with the drama could be solved by making Gon evil.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

This one is so difficult bc my mind instantly forgot every single fanart i've seen in my mind as soon as I read the question. This is why it took me so long to reply, sorry.

I really like 1Alchemistart's sxf fanart in general. I love how they draw the characters, especially Damian's friend group. And hair. Just look at that hair

[darkdevasofdestruction]

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I’m so happy that you liked those! I hope you’ll like this one as well! <3

As soon as Pyramid Head saw you for the first time, when you were sent in a trial with him, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at you.

Your soul was so bright and beautiful that he couldn’t help but want to approach you and protect you for the rest of your life.

Of course, with his scary appearance and that big-ass sword of his, you got frightened out of your mind and ran the hell away out of there.

Since then, Pyramid Head started chasing you during every trial - But you soon realised that he never harmed you, even if he reached you.

He always let you go, if the gates were opened, or would guide you to the hatch and would watch you escape to safety.

This made you realise that he, for some reason, didn’t want to harm you, so out of the trial, you went to confront him.

So you went to the Killer Camp and as soon as he noticed you, he got up from the log and made his way towards you, very menacingly - But that was to intimidate the other killers and keep them away from you.

You wanted to talk to him, but when he wouldn’t answer, you realised there was no way he could communicate properly, so you were at a great loss.

That is, until he signed for you to stay there while he left for a short period of time - And once he returned, he unexpectedly... Put a small, white flower in your hair.

You were absolutely flabbergast and had no idea how to react, but once he turned around and walked towards the camp, you called out a loud ‘THANK YOU’ to him.

He stopped for a second, then he continued to walk.

Since then, you noticed massive differences during your trials.

None of the killers even dared approach you, let alone try to hook or mori you.

Hell, some of them were even afraid to look at you - You saw them run away as soon as they got in your proximity, even if you were working on a gen!

Mostly, the human Killers were affected by this, and they were terrified out of your mind of you, yet you had no idea why!

After a few trials where you were the only one that got out of there alive, thanks to the killer’s mercy of showing you the hatch, you decided to go see Pyramid Head at his Camp and see if he had anything to do with this.

When you got there and saw the big man get up, and some of the smaller killers started shuddering and inching away from him - It was definitely a sight to behold.

Seeing the Pyramid killer in front of you, towering over you, you realised that you had no idea how you were going to ask him about this issue, so you started chuckling nervously - Until the man put his hand on your shoulder and had you follow him deep into the forest.

You’ve never been deep into the forest, especially not alone, but for some reason, you felt rather... Safe with him by your side.

You reacher a clearing that had little fog around but was surrounded by a few wild flowers - It was a beautiful place to be at, all things considered. 

It made you smile.

As you sat down on the grass, he signed for you to wait for him, and when he returned, he was holding something in his arms, and knelt in front of you.

He was holding a white bunny that he put in your lap for you to pet and take care of.

You were so speechless that you couldn’t help but look up at the Killer in awe - And you smiled sweetly, holding the bunny dearly in your embrace.

“Thank you”

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Ik this is more on the vague side, but ever since i read ur Irminsul headcannons about the reader in Imposter!SAGAU I got this idea, what if:

The reader could just remove info about themselves in the big tree lol - i mean, Scarab did it before might as well try it, no?

Irminsul itself might let us in without the permission of Nahida so we could go in undetected

Since looking through the memories of Irminsul might be like exploring an endless library, as long as you set your mind to it, you'd be able to find that info, like for example:

Memories about the "Creator"

Now, by now, you already know what I'm getting at, right?

Once reader finally figures out how to erase stuff by trying removing certain minor parts of Irminsul, they try to erase the entire memory of the "Creator" ever existing

Not as in like, they would forget that you were the Creator or that one exists, nor what they look like, but just the horrible memories and basically everything that the "Creator" did/made

But now, one would wonder, what would happen now?

I'd guess that, since the "Creator" is believed to love everyone, why is the one on the throne ruling and acting so... Tyrannical?

In my opinion, I feel like a rebellion would ensue sooner or later

But then, since Scarab lost his own memories when he removed himself from Irminsul, wouldn't that also mean the same thing for the "Creator" themselves?

Anyways, feel free to procrastinate and take your time on my take on reader being able to remove info on Irminsul hehe (bc honestly I'd also do that lmao)

Signing off, 🐱 Anon

WE GOT A 🐱 ANON NOW, BOIS—OPEN THE CURTAINS, OPEN THE LIGHTS! CUE THE CLAPPING AND CHEERING AUDIO TRACKS!—

Alright I'm done making a fuss about that lol—here's the headcanon/jot note version of a oneshot of everything that happens since my motivation was running low on oneshots/short stories.

Disclaimers: N/A

Reader Has Entered Irminsul...

Reader is in their Hunted Arc rn, getting chased by all of Teyvat under the "Creator's" orders. They keep running and running and running...

They're getting tired, and they soon find themselves in a dead end. They think of all the places they haven't been to yet: the desert of Sumeru, Inazuma, Mt. Aocang, Mt. Hulao, Wuwang Hill, irminsul—

Yeah, you guessed it. Just by thinking of irminsul, Reader has made it to the big 'ol Tree of Knowledge :D

Reader is shocked—surprised. But not for long—because they start to panic. They aren't sure if Nahida was on their side or not, like what the sagau fanfics say.

In fact, Reader is mainly scared that she already knows they're here.

That is, before the Reader feels a sudden urge to make it to the Tree of Knowledge. As if irminsul is calling for them specifically. They're weary of what this all means, but at the same time, intrigued.

It was the first time they felt like this. So, naturally, they followed what their gut was telling them, hoping that they won't regret this decision.

Reader gets close to the tree, surprised that they managed to make their way to it without requiring access from Nahida or even getting lost just to navigate the route to get there.

The moment they touch irminsul's trunk, however, the Reader feels a sudden blast of information, as if Teyvat itself is giving them the resources to know what to do.

By the time Nahida feels something from irminsul and she arrives to see what's up, it's too late. The Reader's already made the change.

All tyranny of the "Creator" was erased. None of it happened. Not once, not ever. The Palace of the Creator was never created, the Imposter themself never took on any throne...nothing.

Reader comes back to Mondstadt, hoping that what they did worked.

It did. No one remembers what the Creator looks like. There was no Imposter impersonating them. Reader was free.

They were free! They did it! They could travel the entire world now without risking getting killed! They could finally find a portal home!

Except...they forgot the Traveler existed. But even the Traveler is glad there is no more tyranny.

Andd, that's all I got! Sorry if it's short lol—I ran out of ideas for this :') I hope it's okay for y'all.

See you all around! :D

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: So, as I've been writing this, I'm going to give you guys a little update on something that you all really enjoyed in the past.

So, you know "Forever In My Hold" and "A Path Beyond Hope" oneshots? Yes, this is regarding of the little series that has been created. I have decided that I will be making a Part 3, but it will take a very long while. And it will be the LAST PART of the series. I just can't find the motivation to continue it longer.

Also: Should I do a remake of Live or Die? It's a very old writing of mine, back when I first began this blog. I'm not sure if y'all want to read it, but idk if I want to make a remake. Please let me know :)

[just-another-author-i-guess]

hi i really love how you wrote marshall lee!! i couldn't stop thinking about your writing, youre just truly talented!!! it was the dog reader personality that really made me weak at the knees. is it possible you could do a lambgirl reader? half girl half lamb? i saw this idea somewhere and this sorta dynamic with bad boy marshall makes me go😫😫!!! but you can push it down on the list if u want. no rush or anything! you dont owe us anything and remember to take breaks. love you❤️

I love you tooo ty for the encouragement <333

Ty for requesting, sorry I’m it takes me so long to get them done D:

I have recently started writing on ao3 so if you want to read what I have on there my name is just “justanotherauthorig”. Rn I only have a Heisenberg and a Hobbir fanfic so if that’s interesting to you pls check them out ^^ I will post more information soon

Marshall Lee x Lamb Girl! Reader

Tags: fem!reader, Marshall Lee is so hot bruh I can’t, reader is kinda stupid but it’s okay bc she’s nice, idk what to say about this, I didn’t edit it through but are we really surprised?, this would make a good smut :P sorry it’s kinda short tho

Authors note: this was fun :D I googled a bunch of adventure time slang and they’re actually so fun to use lol

Word count; 1,1k

I think he originally started flirting with you just to mess with you

Sure, he thought you were cute as hell

But he wasn’t really looking for anything but a good laugh

You hang out with Fionna and Cake a lot, both of them are very protective of you

The three of you and sometimes BMO have a lil girls night out

On this particular night, you went to the dark forest bc Marshall Lee was having a concert and Fionna really wanted to go

Not so much to hear Marshall Lee, but bc flame prince would be there lol

Anyways, you immediately caught Marshall’s eye as he stood on stage

Both Fionna and Cake had branched off, leaving you alone in the crowd

Your eyes glued to your feet, not even daring to look up at Marshall’s performance as you fiddled nervously with your sleeves

When he finally had a break from the stage, he soundlessly floated up besides you

I kid you not, you almost bleated when you turned around to find the vampire king right besides you as you turned your head

You jumped, scrambled to get away as your lower lip quivered, white ears flattened to your head

“Woah, woah. Calm down there, sweetheart,” Marshall laughed, holding up his hands in mock surrender

You quickly realized that he didn’t intend to harm you and somewhat calmed down, still slightly worried as he flashed his shiny white fangs to you

Your brows furrowed, fists clenching your dress as you fought to keep back the angry tears

“I-I am calm! Have you not heard that it’s rude to go around scaring people like that?” You huffed, sending him the most intimidating glare you could muster which to Marshall Lee looked more like a scared bunny

He smiled wider. “Well, I’m not exactly known for being nice,” He said, voice slightly deepening

You felt threatened, he looked at you like a predator looked at it’s prey and you finally understood why Cake was always bad-mouthing him

“I only hang out with nice people, sorry.” You muttered, turning away from him just to get a break from his all-consuming stare

He laughed again, clearly finding your reacting to be the most hilarious thing he had heard in a long time

You jumped again when you felt his hand creepy up the back of your neck, lips ghosting over your pulse point

Your breath caught in your throat, tears springing to your eyes again at the thought of being bitten. “P-please don’t bite me! Fionna will get m-mad!” You hiccuped, twisting the fabric of your dress even more until it was wrinkled and warm.

He blew on your neck and you felt him pout. “Fionna, huh?”

He pushed himself away from you a bit, finally getting himself out of your close personal space as he floated around you to face you again

“Aw, baby. Don’t cry,” he grinned when he saw your flushed cheek and quivering lips. “I just wanted to have a bit of fun, can you blame me?”

You shook your head defiantly as an answer, making him laugh again. “I promise I won’t bite you, little lady. On one condition,” he said, placing a large hand on your head

You mentally slapped yourself for the way you wanted to lean into his hand, ears twitching ever so slightly as his cold hand touched them

You wrinkled your nose. “On what condition?”

“Sing the next song on stage with me.”

Your eyes widened comically. “No way! I- I don’t even know how to sing! And I don’t know any of your songs,”

Marshall pouted, dramatically holding a hand over his non-beating heart. “And here I thought you were enjoying my show! I’m hurt!” Then he winked at you. “But don’t worry, all you have to do is follow my lead.” And before you knew it, he had an arm around your neck waist and legs as he hoisted you up in his arms

He carried you to the stage, floating above the crowd as you clutched him tightly in fear of falling

He sat you gently down on stage, grabbing his axe-bass and the crown immediately erupted in cheers

You were frozen in fear, face caught in between an angry flush and hysteric cries as you stood before the crowd

You already hated standing down before the scene, with all the people pushing and shoving it quickly overwhelmed you

But standing in front of at least a hundred candy kingdom citizens and a bunch of princes topped the chart of things you hated

You desperately pulled your cardigan around you, attempting to hide as your tail twitched and your ears once again laid themselves flat against your hair

“Follow my lead,” you choked on a gasp when Marshall was suddenly besides you again, whispering in your ear with that deep voice of his

“Good little girl, always picking a fight with me, you know that I’m bad” Marshall hummed, hands leaving his bass for a moment to gently sway your hips

You turned at least ten shades redder, burning up as he made you sway sultrily in front of the mesmerized crowd.

Well, luckily he had picked a song you actually knew.

“But your spending the night with me. What do you want from my world? You’re good little girl,” his hands left you to play his bass again, you gently swayed your hips to the rhythm

You looked intently at Marshall, figuring it was better to look at the troublemaker himself than the large crowd

He made a motion with his head, signaling you to start singing

“Uh-“ you started, inhaling deeply to not stumble over the words. “B-Bad little boy, that’s what you’re acting like, I really don’t buy,” you had to yet again stop yourself from bleating again, taking quick breaths as your hands shook

“That you’re t-that kind of guy-y,” you closed your eyes tightly, hating the way you could help hiccuping up the words. “And if you are, why do you want to hang out with me?”

Suddenly Marshall was by your ear again, chuckling darkly. “You did so well, little lady.” He murmured, before floating away from you a bit to continue the show

“Hey! Isn’t that Y/n?” You breathed out heavily in relief upon hearing Fionna’s voice.

“Come here, sugar,” suddenly Cake enveloped you and you welcomed her happily, snuggling yourself into her warm fur

She stretched, setting you down on the ground besides Fionna before taking your place on stage, cutting Marshall Lee’s verse short as she started singing about hot tomatoes and good sauces

“Hey, are you okay, Y/n? You look pretty jacked up,” Fionna said, pulling you to her side

“Marshall Lee told me to sing with him or he would bite me,” you mumbled bitterly, leaning onto Fionna’s shoulders

She clenched her teeth, face flushing angrily. “That son of a blee-blob!” She hissed. “I’ll kick his buns,”

You smiled slightly. “I told him you would get mad if he bit me,”

“Of course I would! What a butt-guy..”

When the concert ended Fionna was quick to find Marshall and give him a piece of her mind, however the vampire king only laughed her off, telling her that next time he would you wouldn’t be so lucky

Both Fionna and Cake insisted you slept at the treehouse that night and you happily agreed

Of course, it didn’t take Marshall long to seek you out again

He honestly doesn’t have that much going on, a bored guy needs entertainment

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t my favorite little lamb,” Marshall grinned, suddenly appearing in a tree as you were walking home from one of Tree Trunk’s apple pie dinners

This time you pretended not to jump, huffing as you held your head high, refusing to look at him

“I-if it isn’t my least favorite vampire king,” you said, half of your words coming out as a whisper. You mentally slapped yourself, if you were going to give him a comeback you you at least sound like you weren’t absolutely shaking in your boots

“Now that really hurt!” Marshall pouted as he spoke, coming down from the tree to walk besides you “you smell like apple pie,” he noted, sniffing the air

You wrung your hands nervously. “Tree Trunks made me apple pie,” you muttered, still refusing to directly look at the vampire

He cackled. “Jeez. That must have been so boring,”

You frowned, even though your face was turned the other way Marshall Lee noticed, filled with glee. “Tree Trunks is really nice! And his apple pie is amazing,” you huffed, defending your dear friend

“Tree Trunk’s is bunk, dude. Let’s go somewhere,” He grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to finally face him. “Come with me to this undead party, it’s rad. I know you want to,”

You finally had enough, angry heat flooding your face. “L-Leave me alone! And stop acting like such a mr. cool-guy you.. you! Ding-wad!”

To your utter surprise, your little outburst just made Marshall laugh loudly. “I’m a ding-wad, huh? Alright, alright. Give me a chance to show you something cool and I bet you won’t think I’m a ding-wad after,” he grinned, cocking his head like a puppy

A very threatening puppy, in your opinion

You took a moment to regain yourself, noticing he was being somewhat sincere. The goodness in your heart won and you shyly looked at your feet. “A-alright. But no funny tricks,” you mumbled.

“You got it, sweetheart!” He said as he lifted you bridal-style, taking off into the air.

To your utter surprise, you ended up having a good time with Marshall Lee.

He took you to a party in a graveyard, ghosts was actually a lot more chill than most living ppl and you actually managed to socialize

When you got tired and socially exhausted all you had to do was gently tuck on Marshall’s sleeve and he happily flew you home

To his house, I mean. You protested at first, as you didn’t know him that well and it seemed like a pretty bad idea to sleep over at a blood-thirsty vampires house

But all your sleepy protests died down as he tucked you into his bed, gently wrapping you in the sheets and quietly humming as you drifted off to sleep.

As he watched you sleep, ears twitching and cheeks puffed out, he realize that what started as a joke had turned real pretty fast

He felt an overwhelming urge to protect you, not that he would stop mercilessly teasing you, but he quickly discarded the idea that you were just a new plaything

He was also pretty sure Fionna would actually skin him alive (or dead I suppose) if he upset you

When you hung out at the tree house the next day and told them about how you slept over at Marshall’s she was already pretty read to beat his guts

Slowly, and I mean slowly, bc Marshall is a huge tease and you couldn’t stand looking at him for more than 5 minutes without getting so embarrassed you could melt, the two of you eventually started dating

Rest assured, Fionna and Cake both threatened him on multiple occasions, making sure he was on his best behavior

Even Prince Gumball had a few choice words with him lol

Everyone is was extremely worried lmfao (with good reason)

Marshall can be sweet tho, he actually is sometimes

Especially in public, since he knows you get overwhelmed super quickly

All you have to do is look at him with those doe-eyes of yours and he gets the message immediately

Doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of a fancy dinner in a castle or if he’s playing a concert, he will get you to a place with less people immediately

He really does love you lol

omg bc both of you are so emotionally constipated- like you’re too shy to express your feelings and Marshall has just been taught to believe that expressing feelings is a taboo

If he ever did anything to hurt you tho he would hate himself so much, you’re the purest person he has ever met and hurting you is just a no-no

Sure, he teases you constantly bc that’s just how he is

But if he ever sees upset for real, he will beat himself up over it for the the next decade or so

Fionna will not hesitate to let him know if he messed up either

As I said before, the vampire king will be on his best behavior

You’re his cute little girlfriend and he will treat you as good as he possibly can <3

Hiya ^^ I hope you enjoyed this, sorry it was kinda short D:

I have a confession.. I srsly considered making it into a smut but I stopped myself bc it’s 1 am and I have school tomorrow lol

Lemme know if you would like a part 2 smut version of this :D

Anyways, thank you for reading!

Love, author